Your Skeletal Grace

We shake
And shake our petty bone rattles
As we stumble
And make our way out of
Our home turf
Our headstone lined garden.
Begging you to ignore all the chatter
As i adorn your skeletal grace
With the sheerest of violet lace.
Out through those familiar iron gates
And onto the paved confusion of
Countless roads that lead right back
To the cold perfection
Of our midnight sky.
Shake your bones with me
Again.